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[Prologue]

I stood nervously in front of the panel. I just finished singing Sechskies’ Comeback and now I’m waiting for their comments or confirmation if I passed or not.

I came here in SM trying my luck for audition after being recommended by my friend. He auditioned first and successfully got in the company.

“Okay thank you for that,” said by one of the judges. He looks intimidating with his round glasses while glancing at me like he is reading through me. He added, “Please just wait our calls for confirmation.”

And then I was ushered by the staff outside the room. My heart didn’t stop beating wildly after I exited the room. I sat down on one of seats to wait for my friend. I was still anxious about the results but I couldn’t do anything but wait.

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One week had passed and yet I haven’t heard any news from the company. I’m getting worried and the longer I wait, the more I’m losing my hope. I don’t have any confidence in my talent piece. I’ve concluded that I chose the wrong song to sing in front of them. I chose a song of an artist coming from the rival company of SM. Is this really a mistake?

“Hey, did you have the copy of our assignments for the weekend?” I asked my friend after I dialled his number from a payphone. “I can’t find my copy, can I please borrow